There are people who get you combing through your brain for the slightest and tinniest possible clue to hold on to in order to understand them. You are kind enough to lower yourself down to their level of understanding to justify what they do. All in vain!
These people push you into an involuntary debate with God just to prove maybe when HE created them, HE forgot and gave them a pea for brains then went ahead and coloured it purple. Do not ask why purple! See, that there is the problem! When someone makes you want to drag God into such petty nonsense then they have a huge problem. Here’s why.
You are the peddler of gossip. You manufacture, market and deliver it. Your entire life thrives on other people’s business. Another’s privacy is like life support for you. The EKG to monitor your heart pace without which you will cramble into a sorry state. Gossip to you is like holding a hot burning coal. You just have to dispose of it. You are the person that will cook up any story just for the thrill of seeing how far the bushfire burns. From another’s one letter said you deduce and make a 500 paged book. You trade your life’s private details just to hear what the other will exchange about their’s or another person’ s in return. As pathetic and miserable as your life is for cheap popularity and friendship. I pity those who buy the trash you sell. Whenever there’s a ”so and so said this” situation, your name must appear. You are that ugly cheap tattoo one gets after a drunken night high on cheap gin and hand down crack. You go about carelessly wrecking people’s lives, relationships, esteem and self worth just because it suits you. It doesn’t take too long before people start avoiding you when you get in their midst. Everyone has to think twice before saying a word to you lest you twist it. And you wonder why every one detests you. Innocent conversations suddenly turn into conspiracy theories because of you. Pure intentions turn vile. And what is amusing is you are aware of what you do but you choose to think otherwise. What a sorry way to live.
Which makes me wonder. Do you have a life of your own? Do you even know yourself? Considering 24/7 you are living other people’s lives.
Do you have a soul or are you just a piece of cardboard cutout?
La vie éclectique 